Gunna B Lyrics

Yeaaa Bambino Gino, Papito Gino (yea)

You already know what the fuck goin on (facts)

It's everyday shit (uhuh)

Roll up (right) pour up (yea) hold up

Do you really wanna ride with the problem child

Can you really come and dance with the devil now

Is you hot baby? Show me is you hot now

Can you hold it down? Whole pounds, no ounce

Drako, four pound hold it down Glizzy in the pound with the hounds

Baby ain't no time to contemplate can you run the play

Put these racks in ya face baby we gone beat the case

Then I think I wanna fly to Miami

Everybody over there wanna party (party)

And call me papi, but don't try it

You want smoke, first blood gone fry it

Leave a pussy nigga standing there flying

Real street nigga no boy from the island (island boy)

Where I'm from its real niggas dying

Families crying, no 6ix9ine, families dying

Dumb young niggas lost to the iron

Stretch him out when they find him head gone be frying

Meanwhile me and you on another island smiling, fine wining

Sumn like a alibi, if them boys go to eyeing

But baby I ain't with the bullshit we could fly in, vibing

I can show you fine things and I can show you violence

Baby I can show you time spent

What's it gunna b? what's it gone be? what's it gone be

Designer head to feet

We can get the matching Louis V

Thirty racks always on me

If we wanna shopping spree

You fuckin with a nigga that's weak or a nigga that's street

What's it gone be

Fine wine in my fine linen

Conversations lead to vibes getting (facts)

Baby you could be on the way

I just need to know is there a time difference

And I only want the pussy if the mind different (facts)

And if its different I get explicit

Its so precious lick it, rip it, stretch it

Kauz I gotta have that I need that, speed that

I ain't with the phone tag or chit chat (yea yea)

If you want a nigga gotta speak up

Bitcoin, NFT call me mister big bucks

I be tryna get us, I am tryna get it

Fuck with me and get rich

Nigga I'm busy

Road runnin', big blunted, cup dirty

And I ain't tryna hear bout nothin' less its money

Can you scale this shit, flip this brick

Remix this shit, gang we might hit a lick

Been all on that kickdoor bullshit

Now I'm on some grown man business

Can you hold it down if I give you the full clip

Prolly never ever gotta pull it

I just need to know can you can hold it (down)

Or do you need some molding

I want know until you show it or you folding

So open up your mouth

Spit that shit out

Kauz I don't need no lil bitch that can't hold it down (nah)

(Huh) Yea Bambino Gino, Papito Gino, Lord Drip all that

You already know what the fuck goin on

What's it gone be